Chris couldn't believe his eyes it was a nursery but it was huge. He looked around and then it dawned on him Wesker meant for this to be his room.

Looking around he saw an antique looking cherry oak crib. The walls were a neutral soft beige. In block letters on the wall behind the crib it smelled out Chris's Nursery. Chris felt sick to his stomach.

"Hell no Wesker this isn't gonna happen. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Chris yelled rage fueling him. Wesker remained calm. He taunted Chris. "Naughty naughty Chris those are bad words daddy is gonna have to punish you." Chris charged at Wesker only to be easily flipped. Wesker then subdued a squirming and cussing Chris on his lap.

"Keep cussing boy and after your spanking it's a mouth washing for you!" Wesker said. Chris struggled not wanting to be spanked by his former idol now mortal enemy. "Fuck you! Fuc...ah...ah...fuc...K!" Chris yelped as weaker began to spank him in rapid succession. His bare hands were making Chris's firm bubble butt red and sore. Chris was trying to free himself. Wesker held him firmly he wanted Chris to know who was in charge.

Chris desperately tried to keep his composure. He didn't want to give Wesker the satisfaction of seeing him cry or beg for mercy. Chris forced another fuck you through his cries of pain. Wesker smiled. "Oh Chris I was going easy on you guess naughty Chris needs daddy's belt." Wesker said removing his belt he then began spanking Chris's already sore butt with his leather belt.

Chris was struggling not to break but the belt was proving far more painful than Weskers bare hands. He hoped wesker would get tired before he broke.